MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND became a full-frontal vacation with the addition of a day off on Friday. Jason's friend Billy came into town, and- in addition to eating ourselves senseless- we saw as much of Memphis as it is possible to see and still sleep nights.
For me, the best part was finding out that Earnestine & Hazel's has Sunday night jazz (during which the entire audience- made up of thirty people carrying horns- got up, moved by an internal clock, and just started to play in front of the house band. Then they sat down. Then they drank. Then they went up again, sometimes cutting out the middle man by standing at their tables and playing right there). We were the only people there not fondling a brass instrument, and the only people there who didn't know everyone else. It was great!
Sushi, pulled pork at the Barbeque Shop (twice), losing money on roulette at the casinos, breakfast with a senator down on the river, tours of Memphis architecture, Redbirds baseball game: it was all quite exhausting.
We finally made it to the pool for an afternoon of unwinding on Sunday, only to find that Sparky (the mechanical pool cleaner) had gotten hung up during the weekend of thunderstorms. An hour later, after skiffing the pool with the long net (and cursing the lazy boyfriend who was sitting in the air conditioning, drinking a beer, and chatting happily with friends as I cleaned and sweated), relaxation kicked in.
After bidding Billy a fond farewell on Monday afternoon- not before stuffing ourselves with BBQ once again- Dad called and required a car battery jump start from, of all places, the parking lot of Taco Bell. It took three minutes for Jason to start his car and twelve to harangue Dad about not eating fast food (and Taco Bell! The lowest of the low!). He was properly ashamed of being caught in such a compromising position and attempted to throw us off the scent by serving us wine and cheese on the porch during a real summer thunderstorm.
Even with all the craziness, Jason and I were able to sneak in lots of together time (which was great, and well overdue) and even a couple of movies. The house got cleaned, the laundry got done, the garden got tended. The only thing that we didn't do was go to the Farmer's Market on Saturday morning, and I plan to rectify that this weekend. Go, veggies!
2 comments:
Ya didn't miss much by missing the market; there aren't many veggies out yet, just lettuce or endive mixtures, herbs, an occasional strawberry, and lots of "artisan" foods:( I'm waiting for the beans and squash, myself:)
Sounds, though, like it was super-busy, and that explains why you never called me back;) Let's try for a girls' afternoon (evenings are almost too much for me these days) sometime soon, 'k?
Oh, and did I mention my concussion? Ugh.
I didn't hear about the concussion! Gracious!! Those bad girls on skates treatin' you like a piece of meat? Bastards. The day I called (I think Sat?) we ended up not going swimming at all- casinos instead. And then the next day we didn't go either; it wasn't until Monday that we made it, and by then I was too exhausted to care about anything other than falling asleep in a pool chair. The offer, though, certainly still stands and we have a whole summer of missing each others' phone calls! Hurrah! (And eventually getting our shit together and meeting up, perhaps :)
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